(old couch)

old couch left to rot

on the creaking old back porch

forgotten by all

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

How The Famous Seem To Go

________ shot the hills

________ burned Paris to the ground

The moon is big, tonight

Nights like this are made for long walks

And thoughts about why

Why ______ hung himself in a closet

Why ______ died so alone

What ever became of you all?

Where did you end up?

What have you made of yourselves, now?

These walks create the questions

Never ending

Never answered

But the moon is big, tonight

And the endless walk is divine

Even though

I never find the answers

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

There Is A Hole In Today (for L.)

Today you fell

Into a deep hole, and you saw

Very little promise

Of ever getting out

My words to you are simple

Take this


Head on

Face it as if

Everyone was watching

And start, focused and


Knowing, in your heart,

You have what it takes

© D J Loweman 2015


Girl With No Name

There is this girl

And she twists and wiggles

Her way, to my insides

I’m far off, all away from her

There is no chance

A girl like that wants anything

To do, with a guy like me

But I think silent thoughts

Thoughts made for her

But meant only for me

So I’ll just sit back

Here, and watch her from afar

And to sum it all up

This fleeting thought

From the back of this half-rotted mind

I would settle

And be happy

With just your name

© D J Loweman 2015

To The Hookers, On These Rainy Nights

I hate to see you standing there

Head down, in the raw rain

I have no money to give you

I want that money for other things

But, your persistence

There’s something to be said for that

Eighth, tenth, and twelfth street

The rain pounded as I drove south

Beat the pavement like a drum

I saw you didn’t have any customers

And I won’t be one, either

But as I wait for the make-shift bar to open, I watch

As the rain poured

And you waited

Such are the nights

Such must be the ways

The ways I watch

All the lonely and wet hookers

Huddled together for warmth

Under a useless and torn canopy

While the storm comes down

And all their pretty faces

Slowly wash away

© Dicky J Loweman 2015




Sometimes, I imagine you

How you might look now

How you would style your hair

I picture it long

Like you wore it, the last time I saw you

I’m sure you would still move

With all the same beauty and grace

The likes of which, would make even the great Audrey Hepburn

Quiver, weak in the knees

Your tongue would still hold

All the spit and fire

Which always had me laughing and on my toes

Sometimes I can still see you

While I’m lying in the dark

You, right next to me

And me, with the thoughts that you’d never leave

But, finally, you did leave

You left for the store

And left me alone

I expected you would come back

(Maybe, deep down, I still do)

I thought I would see you again

So I didn’t say good-bye

I didn’t tell you to be safe, or that I loved you

And because of that one foolish mistake

I won’t get a second chance

© Dicky J Loweman 2015